A figure floated at the end of the path. Its head seemed disconnected from its body. I nearly missed it in the red flowers surrounding the red dusty path.

I took in a slow breath and stepped forward. The dried petals crunched under my feet. I closed my eyes and let myself imagine what would have happened if I had not followed this path twelve years ago.

I put my right foot in frunt of my left a...

Roses are red, daises are white

She was fled and is now nowhere in sight

She left people to cry and in sorrow,

they didn’t realize they left her alone with no love to borrow....

I am trapped in this cursed world.

Yes, I have delivered the biscuits to my grandmother-

walked on that path-

Thousands-

Thusands of times.

My destiny is ever unchanged- until now.

The flowers- which I once collected- sprout thorns and push me away.

_Don__’__t fall for the illusions the wolf has set for you!_ they say.

Yet-

however much blood I must shed-

when I reach the flowers on this...

Death is a mysterious thing.

You always know to expect it

but when it comes for you,

You never quite accept it.

So when the red woman came for me,

Her way one of life.

I decided to feel her presence,

Wether or not the time was right.

She strode past the bloody green,

I didn’t move an inch.

Her face was hidden in a cloak,

I haven’t forgotten since.

When she reached my figure,

The bloody path...

Every since I could remember, it was just me and him every December. We've stayed at the park when nobody else cared, we had each other and the moments we shared.

Still to this day I'll have your back, cause I'll always be a daddy's girl and that's a fact. Your getting old now and I'm getting scared. Because I know without you nobody else cares. Your all I've ever had and now your sick and it's...

Roses

_Prickly with sweet scents_

A drop of **blood** from admiration

Sewn and strewn for all

Remembered as an allegory

Seen in _actuality_ and **metaphor**

**Blood red** like _hearts pumping_

**Beating**

Every odd

Seasonal and _timeless_

is the blossom of a **beating heart**

Like **love** _worn_ as an _embrace_

**A cloak for all emotions**

A petal plucked and lost

Deep is the color of ours

_...

when i die bury me in the garden

lay my soul to rest

underneath picnic table and pavement

down below your surface, blanketed in soft warm dirt is caresses me far less gently than intended

worn down off-white dirty converse

collected in it’s fabric each cherished memory, and

every aching step i took towards home with you

dusted over celiephane dandelions

wilted honeysuckle and red roses

dandel...

Her cloak drags through petals

Blood-red petals

Blood-red roses

Blood-red cloak

Red is the color of death

Her grandmother loved red

She said

Red is vibrant

Red is vivid

Red is life

Red isn’t life anymore

Red hasn’t been life

Since grandmother’s death

Red was life when grandmother lived

Red is death now

When grandmother is dead

Blood-red petals on the path

Blood-red roses on the grave

Blood-red...

I’m doing this alone.

Exhausted-

Some days,

I force myself out of the comfort of my bed.

I do it angry,

so angry inside

-I’m clawing and screaming-

but silently,

so they don’t see.

I do it heartbroken,

so heartbroken for them-

crying in the shower

where my tears disappear

down the drain with the water.

Out of sight.

Out of mind.

I explain it all,

so they understand

just enough

to keep th...

They say in meadows

The flowers have a voice

The small whisper they make when the wind brushes against

The way their scent is a small compass

Leading you right to them

A flower is precious to those who can hear them

Its capturing and artful to listen to their spirit

I miss their sound and calming scent

I lost the ability to listen when i was just a kid

I miss the whispers and the voices in the mea...